My father was a cheese grater
My mother was a stair
I’m a no-nonsense escalator
Less I couldn’t care
I'm a slick machine but I turn mean
When from inside my parts that glide
I smell the fetor of a musky sneaker
Taking an upward ride
I grab the toes as my slabs close
I grate my steel
On feet that feel
Tom felt that grab
In his sneaker’s toe
Click-clack
He can’t pull it back
Ilzich-zack
The monster won’t let go
The danger peaks
He nearly freaks
Untie the shoe lace, Tom!
He did.
Free the foot slid.
The escalator foiled,
Tore the sneaker, and ate it oiled.

—

EDWIN DENBY (1903-1983), though principally known as a dance critic
(his legendary
Dance Writings were published in 1986), was also a semi-secret poet whose
work proved to be a major influence on the second generation of New
York School Poets (see The Complete Poems, 1986). The present poem commemorates
an accident
which befell his young friend Thomas Burckhardt, and dates from the early
1970s.